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You unsheathe your sword and prepare to get medieval on some little yellow buggers. Oh yeah. Metal conducts electricity. With a demonic laugh, the horde of Pikachus send their electrical current at you, frying you to a crunchy crisp and leaving you deader than the undead that have already been killed so many times that there's nothing left to be reanimated. Ouch. When you respawn, all you can remember is that Pokemon are really really bad for you. At the moment, you're having a little trouble getting your bearings. Where the heck are you again?

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